Do my ladies run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, come on)Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, come on)

[Memphis Bleek]Do my ladies run itFat asses and flat stomachsThrow a hand in the airIf it's the year of the womanOr my dogs run itLet 'em know that you're still gunnin'Throw a drink in the airLet 'em know you still thuggin'

Yo I come through, few of my man'sScoop you and your friendsYou, you, and you with the TimbsIn tight jeans, Chinese eyesIndian hair, Black girl assLet me pour you a glass of BelviTell me all about your pastLet me console your soulWhile I palm your assAnd your man did what?He ain't give you?He cheated with herI can't diss dukeI tell you this thoughGet with this dudeI'll teach you about doughAnd show you what this do(It's a secret society, all we ask is trust)But I don't freeze bitchesJust skeeze bitchesBreak up happy homesJust seize missesYou'll never get her back once you get a yachtHow you love that? How you love that?

[Memphis Bleek]Do my ladies run itFat asses and flat stomachsThrow a hand in the airIf it's the year of the womanOr my dogs run itLet 'em know that you're still gunnin'Throw a drink in the airLet 'em know you still thuggin'

Ay yo back woods rollin'Rap you can't hold 'emROC gear matchin' crewsBleek is chillin', Murda is chillin'What more can I say?We still killin' emBags we still dealin' emFour wheels, we wheelin' themChicks like I'm feelin' himYeah ma okayBlack jeans and TimberlandsGive them adrenaline rushLadies know the difference between them niggas and usWe the are-O-see and we don't stopThey don't make a gun that we don't popMatter fact they don't make a car that we don't dropThought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't copWhat you knew? You actin' like the Roc ain't hotOr the car that I cop ain't missin' a topAnd even if they don't make drops that kindI tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker

[Jay-Z]Do my ladies run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, come on)Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?(Yeah, yeah, yeah)Come on, come on

[Memphis Bleek]Do my ladies run itFat asses and flat stomachsThrow a hand in the airIf it's the year of the womanOr my dogs run itLet 'em know that you're still gunnin'Throw a drink in the airLet 'em know you still thuggin'

[Jay-Z]Do my ladies run this motherfucker?(OK)Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?(Uh-huh, OK, uh-huh)Come on, come on